Your grocery shopping
Do you remember our weekend grocery shopping in Karachi. You loved visiting the chiller and coming out and showing me the cold breath coming out from your mouth. You loved assisting the salesman for weighing the vegetables. It was your duty to take all vegetables to him and get them labelled. Toothpaste and soap was of your choice. You used to read carefully the cereal pack after once you got a CD as a gift with one pack. Another step was of buying juices. Mango juice was your choice and sometimes apple. Or let me admit, I wanted you to take apple and you liked mango. Such argument never occurred for biscuits-they were your choice most of the time. One point of conflict arrised a few months back since you started likening the new pack of lays. I was not in favour of buying chips so expensive and you knew the ways to bargain. Your silly amma allowed you to buy them only for a couple of times. She wanted you to compare costs and you were not ready for that yet. Another argument was on cooked food which we had to take for your school lunch. I realized quite late that insistence on a particular food was useless as you didn’t eat the food you didn’t like. So gave up resisting to your choice. Running the trolley was for you to do and you did it very happily always. You managed it without hurting anyone. You were so good at that. You were so good at not hurting others. You loved putting the things on the counter and then your job was done. I know why you were interested in doing that-just for the mechanics including putting the bar before our stuff. A bar has been put between both of us. I cant see the other side and find out how happy you are. Stay happy Ali Farzan.